Of Human's and Elves
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,611
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2
Recommended:
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The Wickedness of Elves
THE WICKEDNESS OF ELVES
by Janet Elizabeth
The announcement had been made and all the companions chosen, but Aragorn had his doubts. He knew of the loyalty of Gandalf, his friend of old. The dwarf Gimli was of a solid sort, reliable and true. Boromir's fealty was assured and the Hobbits were stout companions though they were small. It was Legolas he was unsure of.
Despite having grown up in the company of elves, he knew that not all elves are the same. Some are more serious, more noble, more true, but some were as flighty as sparrows. More so were the elves of Mirkwood as Thranduil did not keep a tight reign on his people. They had little discipline, illustrated by their loss of Gollum. Their hearts were soft and their resolve weak. In fact, he had found many of Thranduil's people to be cruel at times and many had gone wicked in the dark years. So he was unsure of this companion and had resolved to speak of this to Elrond, hopingt wit wise half-elf would choose another to represent the elven peoples from his own house.
Now he searched through the hills and valleys of Rivendell for its master. Elrond was known to wander this country at night, seeking solace and wisdom from the stars. It was not always easy to find him but Aragorn had a pressing need. He let his eyes adjust to the moonlight and as he gazed intently through the trees he saw a flash of silver. Thinking he had found the master of Rivendell, he moved quietly and quickly through the trees to where he had seen the movement.
As he slipped toward the glade, he could see the outline of an elf of the right size and build, but at the last moment saw that the hair was not dark but silvery white in the moonlight. He stopped, knowing he had found the wrong elf, but forgot himself at the last moment. A twig snapped beneath his boots and he was discovered. The elf turned quickly, as is like their kind and was upon him before he had time to move.
Aragorn looked into the face of Legolas, his eyes dark and troubled, while the fair elf gazed back at him, a smile playing about his lips.
"I did not mean to disturb you Legolas Greenleaf." Said Aragorn quickly. "I was searching for Elrond. I have a need to speak with him."
He turned to go but the elf's long hand on his arm stopped him. Turning back, he gazed questioningly at the elvish face.
"You did not disturb me, my friend." Came the silky tones of Legolas. "In fact, I was following you to see whence you were going and for what purpose. I thought you might be searching for your friend, Boromir."
Aragorn studied the elvish features and seeing the knowing look in those blue upon blue eyes, he allowed his anger to overwhelm him. He pushed the slighter built man to the ground and pulled his knife. Falling on him, he held his face close to the pale fair face beneath him.
"I don't know what you think you know, Elf, but I will not allow you to bring the quest to ruin with your petty wicked words!" snarled the big man.
Elvish laughter wafted over him as Legolas' body quivered with mirth.
"You mistake my intent Lord Aragorn, for I do not wish to reveal your shame but enjoin in your joy." trilled Legolas.
Aragorn sat up in shock, and he stared at the giggling elf below him. Shame washed over him and he stood quickly, sheathing his knife and stumbling away to lean against a nearby beech. Legolas sprang to his feet lightly and approached him, his limbs moving sinuously beneath his clothes. He slithered up beside the heir of Isildur and grabbing his hand, pulled his arm about his shoulders. Nestling his head in the hollow of Aragorn's shoulder, the mischievous elf gazed longingly up the darker, taller man.
"Will you not take me under your wing too, my Lord?" whispered the elf softly.
Trembling, Aragorn ed Led Legolas from his side and pulled him to stand before him. Taking his face into his hands, he looked deeply into the elf's eyes.
"And what would you offer me, my dear wicked elf?" said Aragorn, his voice rough with emotion.
With a smile Legolas took the bigger man's hands from around his face and kissed each palm lightly. Then placing his own long fingered hands, palm down on Aragorn's chest, he slid them slowly over the soft fabric of his shirt to the bulging manhood beneath his leathers. Delicate elven fingers massaged and kneaded the warm, hardening lump as Legolas knelt before him and began to undress the future king of Gondor.
The leathers fell to the floor of the forest and Aragorn's erection sprang forth like an orc blade with it's slight upward curve. A moan escaped his lips as the cool night air caressed him from above and the warm soft breath of the elf bathed his testes from below. He raised his hand to his mouth and bit down to stifle his whimpers of ecstacy and Legolas let his tongue roam the undersides of his rigid purple cock and swelling balls. After an eternity of teasing pleasure, the best moment had arrived as the elf slid his mouth over the pulsing hardness to engulf it to its hilt. Soft tender hands caressed Aragorn's stomach and chest, his nipples as erect as his cock. Biting his lip, Aragorn reached down and pulled the tie from Legolas' hair, freeing the silver white strands to fly and crackle through his fingers as he caressed the source of his pleasure. He could feel his climax approaching, larger and more powerful than with anyone before. The pleasure of this encounter mounted and then his orgasm was upon him. He arched his back against the tree and thrust his cock into Legolas' mouth. The elf took it and grasped his buttocks tightly, slipping one long finger into his ass. The rush of his seed from his balls to the tip which rested firmly in the elf's mouth was too much for him and he exploded, shooting great gouts of cum into his new lover's mouth. And Legolas took it all, swallowing quickly and hard, never letting a drop spill.
Finally, spent and going limp, Aragorn withdrew himself from the still suckling elf's mouth and sagged against the tree. Hanging his head, as much from exhaustion as from latent shame, he heard Legolas rise from his kneeling position and move toward him. One long pale hand reached out and tucked under his chin, raising his face to the elf's. The smile on the elf's face told him everything he needed to know and he smiled in return. It would be all right now. He was sure of Legolas Greenleaf now and looked forward to the wickedness of elves.
Continued in BONDAGE AND DISCIPLINE
by Janet Elizabeth
The announcement had been made and all the companions chosen, but Aragorn had his doubts. He knew of the loyalty of Gandalf, his friend of old. The dwarf Gimli was of a solid sort, reliable and true. Boromir's fealty was assured and the Hobbits were stout companions though they were small. It was Legolas he was unsure of.
Despite having grown up in the company of elves, he knew that not all elves are the same. Some are more serious, more noble, more true, but some were as flighty as sparrows. More so were the elves of Mirkwood as Thranduil did not keep a tight reign on his people. They had little discipline, illustrated by their loss of Gollum. Their hearts were soft and their resolve weak. In fact, he had found many of Thranduil's people to be cruel at times and many had gone wicked in the dark years. So he was unsure of this companion and had resolved to speak of this to Elrond, hopingt wit wise half-elf would choose another to represent the elven peoples from his own house.
Now he searched through the hills and valleys of Rivendell for its master. Elrond was known to wander this country at night, seeking solace and wisdom from the stars. It was not always easy to find him but Aragorn had a pressing need. He let his eyes adjust to the moonlight and as he gazed intently through the trees he saw a flash of silver. Thinking he had found the master of Rivendell, he moved quietly and quickly through the trees to where he had seen the movement.
As he slipped toward the glade, he could see the outline of an elf of the right size and build, but at the last moment saw that the hair was not dark but silvery white in the moonlight. He stopped, knowing he had found the wrong elf, but forgot himself at the last moment. A twig snapped beneath his boots and he was discovered. The elf turned quickly, as is like their kind and was upon him before he had time to move.
Aragorn looked into the face of Legolas, his eyes dark and troubled, while the fair elf gazed back at him, a smile playing about his lips.
"I did not mean to disturb you Legolas Greenleaf." Said Aragorn quickly. "I was searching for Elrond. I have a need to speak with him."
He turned to go but the elf's long hand on his arm stopped him. Turning back, he gazed questioningly at the elvish face.
"You did not disturb me, my friend." Came the silky tones of Legolas. "In fact, I was following you to see whence you were going and for what purpose. I thought you might be searching for your friend, Boromir."
Aragorn studied the elvish features and seeing the knowing look in those blue upon blue eyes, he allowed his anger to overwhelm him. He pushed the slighter built man to the ground and pulled his knife. Falling on him, he held his face close to the pale fair face beneath him.
"I don't know what you think you know, Elf, but I will not allow you to bring the quest to ruin with your petty wicked words!" snarled the big man.
Elvish laughter wafted over him as Legolas' body quivered with mirth.
"You mistake my intent Lord Aragorn, for I do not wish to reveal your shame but enjoin in your joy." trilled Legolas.
Aragorn sat up in shock, and he stared at the giggling elf below him. Shame washed over him and he stood quickly, sheathing his knife and stumbling away to lean against a nearby beech. Legolas sprang to his feet lightly and approached him, his limbs moving sinuously beneath his clothes. He slithered up beside the heir of Isildur and grabbing his hand, pulled his arm about his shoulders. Nestling his head in the hollow of Aragorn's shoulder, the mischievous elf gazed longingly up the darker, taller man.
"Will you not take me under your wing too, my Lord?" whispered the elf softly.
Trembling, Aragorn ed Led Legolas from his side and pulled him to stand before him. Taking his face into his hands, he looked deeply into the elf's eyes.
"And what would you offer me, my dear wicked elf?" said Aragorn, his voice rough with emotion.
With a smile Legolas took the bigger man's hands from around his face and kissed each palm lightly. Then placing his own long fingered hands, palm down on Aragorn's chest, he slid them slowly over the soft fabric of his shirt to the bulging manhood beneath his leathers. Delicate elven fingers massaged and kneaded the warm, hardening lump as Legolas knelt before him and began to undress the future king of Gondor.
The leathers fell to the floor of the forest and Aragorn's erection sprang forth like an orc blade with it's slight upward curve. A moan escaped his lips as the cool night air caressed him from above and the warm soft breath of the elf bathed his testes from below. He raised his hand to his mouth and bit down to stifle his whimpers of ecstacy and Legolas let his tongue roam the undersides of his rigid purple cock and swelling balls. After an eternity of teasing pleasure, the best moment had arrived as the elf slid his mouth over the pulsing hardness to engulf it to its hilt. Soft tender hands caressed Aragorn's stomach and chest, his nipples as erect as his cock. Biting his lip, Aragorn reached down and pulled the tie from Legolas' hair, freeing the silver white strands to fly and crackle through his fingers as he caressed the source of his pleasure. He could feel his climax approaching, larger and more powerful than with anyone before. The pleasure of this encounter mounted and then his orgasm was upon him. He arched his back against the tree and thrust his cock into Legolas' mouth. The elf took it and grasped his buttocks tightly, slipping one long finger into his ass. The rush of his seed from his balls to the tip which rested firmly in the elf's mouth was too much for him and he exploded, shooting great gouts of cum into his new lover's mouth. And Legolas took it all, swallowing quickly and hard, never letting a drop spill.
Finally, spent and going limp, Aragorn withdrew himself from the still suckling elf's mouth and sagged against the tree. Hanging his head, as much from exhaustion as from latent shame, he heard Legolas rise from his kneeling position and move toward him. One long pale hand reached out and tucked under his chin, raising his face to the elf's. The smile on the elf's face told him everything he needed to know and he smiled in return. It would be all right now. He was sure of Legolas Greenleaf now and looked forward to the wickedness of elves.
Continued in BONDAGE AND DISCIPLINE